Page 56 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

“Try me.” I bit into his lip, eliciting a panty-dropping groan—if I’d still had them on.The professor likes it rough.

He smothered my neck with open-mouthed kisses, tasting my skin. “God, kitten. You’re fucking perfect for me.” And he was for me. Perfectly mercurial, stubborn, and a hell of a lover.

I writhed against him, my need robbing me of the ability to think properly. “Please, James! Fuck my cunt.” My demand was harsh, but I was desperate for release.

He sucked in a breath at my choice of words. “How can I resist when you ask so nicely?” Suddenly, I was whisked upstairs to his room and tossed onto his bed. I landed with a bounce against the mattress.

His body was so cut from digging in the sand all day that I could see every muscle flex in his arms as he crawled up my body. He rained kisses on my lips and neck before moving lower. Calloused hands gripped my tits firmly as his tongue traced circles over my aching nipples, flicking the peaks.

My pussy couldn’t handle any more of this torture. She needed to be loved...to be hurt.

But he continued with his kisses down my belly.

I huffed a large breath and shoved him as hard as I could. Taken by surprise, he landed on his back next to me.

In the blink of an eye, I was on him, one hand around the base of his shaft and the other on his chest for balance. I fed his cock into my hungry hole, impaling myself with his massive length. With my knees on either side of him, I began to move, taking exactly what I needed, when I needed it.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. His length slipped inside me easily from how wet we both were for each other. “You’re so greedy for me.”

I rode him hard, my tits bouncing as I found my rhythm. His hands traveled from my waist to my breasts, massaging them in his massive palms.

The feeling of him against my walls drove me mad. He was lost in the moment, too, judging by his guttural moans. His neck muscles were tight with ecstasy. I bent down and ran my tongue along his jugular vein, feeling it pulse under my taste.

“You’re hurting me so good, baby,” I moaned. “I feel you so deep inside.”

The pad of his thumb rubbed against my lower lip. “This fucking mouth,” he groaned. “It’ll be the death of me.”

It was true—in and out of the bedroom. It made me wonder if he would find another woman who challenged him as much as I did when our relationship was over. Blocking out the sadness that I felt, I tilted my pelvis back slightly and moved faster—forgetting my worries.

He let out a strained sound, signaling he was close. “Kitten, I won’t last much longer.”

I milked him until I felt his shaft swell and my hole tighten. He was ready to explode, and that was when I struck. I ripped myself off him and jumped off the bed, leaving his wet erection standing proud but very lonely.

“What the fuck?!” he growled. It was an angry and feral cry. The kind a beast made when it was no longer in control.

All I did was grin, standing there with my hands on my hips. “It doesn’t feel so nice, does it?”He wasn’t the only one who knew how to use sex as a weapon.

“Is this payback for earlier?” he shouted.My angry professor.“Sanura, get back here and finish what you started.” He reached for me, but I slinked away.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” I sang. “Maybe you should have played nice at the club—I would have beensonice to you right now.” Withholding orgasm from me was the cruelest thing he could have done, and he needed to know what it felt like.Good luck with the blue balls, buddy.

“Stop quoting the Bible and bring that pussy here.” His face was turning darker shades of red by the second.

“No.” I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Stop throwing Felipe in my face. We’re just friends!”

“Sanura!” he warned, kneeling on the bed. His hand cupped his aching balls.

“Uh-uh. Not with that tone.” He wasn’t about to boss me around when he was being the dick. I ran my finger lazily down my belly, grazing my soft hair at the end of the journey.

His beautiful lapis lazuli eyes followed my hand, ready to attack at any moment. His tone softened. “Please, kitten. I’ll never bring him up again.”

God, I loved hearing him beg for a change. It sent twinges to my swollen lips. But I continued my torture, dipping a finger inside of my aching slit, complemented by an emphatic moan from my lips.

He watched me through heavy lids, stroking his length as I fucked myself with my finger. “What do you want from me? I’ll do anything for you.”

I squeezed my heavy tit with my other hand, continuing my self-love. Our juices inside of me made sticky noises with every pump of my finger. “You want me like this?” I hummed.

His eyes held onto mine. “Always.” And somehow, I thought he might have meant more than just physically. At least, I hoped.

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